Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 116

On the day Izabella left, quite a few people were standing at the door sizing them up. Although Izabella wasn't clear minded, she could still tell which looks were kind and which were malicious. And the stares of those people made her uneasy.

Izabella suddenly felt very resistant and sped up her pace. Recently, she had a poor appetite and couldn't sleep well. Both her mental and physical states were extremely weak, and she was panting after only a few steps.

After getting off the elevator, Izabella leaned against the wall to catch her breath.

"Can't walk anymore?" Brett asked.

Izabella didn't answer, just stood there motionless.

After thinking for a moment, Brett finally squatted down in front of her. "Come on, I'll carry you."

He had never tried to carry her before, so he was just testing it out. He didn't expect Izabella to obediently climb onto his back, especially since she absolutely despised his touch right now.

But unexpectedly, Izabella suddenly climbed on his back, and her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Brett's heart rate involuntarily sped up. Izabella was so skinny that when he carried her, it didn't feel like the weight of an adult woman.

Furrowing his brows, Brett carefully stood up and walked to the building next to the hospital.

Quite a few people were looking at them along the way, and Brett could feel her trembling. He spoke softly, "You can rest your face against my back, and others won't be able to see you." Izabella did as he said, burying her face in Brett's back. She should have forgotten about the past, but she still greedily smelled Brett's scent, just like when she was lying on his back 16 years ago. Could Brett still remember that he had once carried her like this, and even gave her donuts to comfort that little cry baby on his back?

There was warmth on his back, but Brett didn't pay much attention to it.

He had already taken care of the hospitalization procedures. The ward was quiet, just as the doctor previously said.

However, this kind of silence made people feel more suffocated. At this time, all the patients were resting. Brett passed by a room with an open door and glanced inside, only to see a disheveled woman sitting on the ground with her head down.

Brett, who had a strong will, was also taken aback by this scene. He dare not think of the day Izabella would look like this.

The wards here were different from others, the windows had protective bars to prevent patients from jumping off. The room was very clean and tidy, and the blankets were neatly folded. The surrounding air was filled with the scent of air fresheners. Unlike the wards full of disinfectant, this place was more suitable for mental patients to relax.

On Izabella's first day, she was tense adapting to the new environment, and she either had nightmares or stayed awake at night.

Brett was used to her condition, and after going to the bathroom, he returned to find Izabella sitting on the edge of the bed. "Do you want to go to the bathroom?" Brett asked her.

Izabella shook her head, "No."

"Do you want some water?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Then go to sleep." As soon as Brett's words fell, Izabella obediently went under the covers and closed her eyes.

When she woke up the next day, Brett mentioned these things, and Izabella shook her head, indicating that she didn't remember anything.

Just like before, the psychotherapist came to treat Izabella on time, and her condition was slightly better. There were no more signs of schizophrenia, but she was somewhat introverted.

"It's difficult to fully recover in a short amont of time. You should spend more time with her, care for her, and give her something new to focus on."

"Okay."

Two weeks passed, and Brett began to feel increasingly powerless, not knowing when Izabella's illness would end.

He couldn't neglect his work, so he asked Liam to send the documents he needed to sign each day to the hospital, working while looking after Izabella.

Izabella had to take a large handful of pills every day that were all essential, both from her psychotherapist and Amelia.

But after taking so many pills, Izabella had noticeably improved. She was no longer so afraid of his touch, and sometimes she would even smile at him. Her upturned lips and shallow dimples on both cheeks looked pretty and cute, but her smiles were still dull.

At noon, Brett ordered takeout for lunch. He knew what Izabella didn't like but didn't know what she liked, and it's best for sick people to eat lighter food. He was going to order her some bone broth.

Just as he was about to place the order, his cell phone rang. It was Kaley calling him.

Brett answered the call, "Hello?"

Izabella was sitting next to him, looking directly at the contact displayed on the screen as Brett took the call.

It was a call from Kaley, but Izabella had no idea what they were talking about. Brett's tense expression seemed to relax a bit.

"No need to come up, I'll wait for you downstairs and pick it up."

After hanging up, Brett stood up and told Izabella, "Stay here and don't wander off. I'm going downstairs to get food."

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